Leaving-Your-Mark

Come, my dear, and listen well, For I have a story to tell! It spans a lifetime begun with sorrow And ends with happiness only borrowed. A child here sat once, long ago, Before she was told that this is so. She asked me a question that she didn't know, So an answer I could not provide that time long ago. She thought she understood what she asked, But the truth from even her was well masked, And I could not answer her then, Though I wished an answer to her send. She was so young, but a lost little child Kept in a cage because she was wild. Freedom, she asked for again and again, A way for her heart to mend. I wish I could have given her that,

And I think I'll probably be angry for a long time, because I trusted you so much -with so much- and you didn't even trust me with this. Because you still don't and I don't know how to face you anymore when a year of my life was filled with your lies. And how even when I asked you you lied to me again and again and again again again and so every day I vouched for you because I believed you more than I ever should have- more than you ever deserved. But then people began to call you out and I stood up to gather the pitchforks and bullets that I was sure they'd misplaced and you lied to me so that I would do it again. And how you finally told me